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Messages

Messages for to wait.
Messages for to stay up late.
Messages for to wake up early.
And make the day.
Reading and hoping
That there are more like you
To like me for me
Just like you do.
Reading and smiling
replying for more.
More of you
The mentality of you
The emotionality of you
Waiting for the physical you.

The warmth of your breath touching my skinThe willingness in your eyesTouching me deep withinDeep within the lust that wants to explodeExplode from the rush as I carry you up against the wallKissing you, stroking your hairYour arms around my head pulling me closer into youAs if my lips are the only thing that won't let you fall Each kiss we treat as an eternityHeavy sighs as each article of clothing is removedYour legs wrapped around my waistYour ankles on the small of my backMy lips on your breastsYour breasts wet from sweatSweat falling down my backYour pussy touching my stomachwaiting for companyWaiting to let me inWanting to let me inBegging for me to come inMy penis teasingYour eyes screamingLouder than your wordsYour words say fuck meYour eyes say love meAs I let myself inYou cryWith joyWith pleasureEach thrust followed with more intensityEach scream followed with more wantingMore LovingNo stopping

Abraham Esparza 6-19-06

Forgetting

Forgetting you is easy to do

Remembering you?

a fool is who?

Your cold-hearted hold

Fond memories will never be told

Finding you easy to miss

Do you exist?

Another to scratch off my list.

Abraham Esparza

3-12-10

I Hope

I hope these words make you cryI hope your morphine gets you really high

I hope you perishSo burn, burn, burn away

Why must I execrate?

I want to obliterateI want to designateYour feeble-minded soul

I hope your sorrow doesn't go awayYou, an ungrateful son of a bitchNo one is listening. Nobody caresSo go back to your bottleAnd erase your past.

Author's note

I wrote this a few years ago. I think with my sister. But I remember writing most of it. Sometime between 1999-2005I'm not sure it makes sense.

Fingertips

We touchedIt was a good-byeOur handsSlowly pulling awayIt was my highLight of the dayFingertipsFeeling a lifetime a secondWe touchedIt was a good-byeMy highWill never die